The Broken Dream of Little Oberon

The humming in the air all around was gone now, Gwen told me. Richard had opened its cage and just stood back to see what happened. The crack produced a metallic note in its split second after cloud that vanished fast. We could see Richard's silhouette turn back toward us and point twice to indicate that maybe we should just move onward. Light flurries had begun to fall; it would fall for another two hours before becoming something more intense.